Sister, you miss me

Hong Ri couldn't wait for the senior brother to pass away. He couldn't watch the senior brother pass the secret technique of the sect to an outsider.

Therefore, just as Sang Ma pressed a thin palm to Yang Feng's heart, Hong Ri broke into the door with a few people.

The fat-eared Hongri was still pinching Junko Yanagi's delicate neck. There was a thief who looked like an eminent monk.

There was also a group of monk fans behind him.

"Red Sun, you are crazy!" Sang Ma's face changed drastically.

"Father, let the innocent people go." A handsome novice pleaded with Hongri, who was mostly Hongri's son Mingguang.

"Brother, it's you who are crazy. You keep saying that Mingguang should be the abbot of the temple, but he didn't get all the inheritance. Isn't this abbot survived in name?" Hong Ri shouted at his son again, "You are also a fool, and you actually helped a man without relatives and no cause. Outsiders talking."

"Father, if I am abbot by hurting innocent people, I would rather not."

"Fart!" Hongri shouted angrily, "You unfilial son, in what way is like me, sometimes I directly doubt whether you are my own."

"Whether it is yours or not, you should be proud of having such a son."

Yang Feng slowly got up, staring at the controlled Liu Sheng Junzi after speaking, and sighed softly.

"Mr. Yang Feng, I'm causing you trouble, don't worry about me." Liu Shengchunzi said bluntly in Chinese.

Yang Feng closed her eyes, Liu Shengchunzi was definitely not a scheming girl. At this time, she actually said such things. In any case, Yang Feng couldn't leave her alone.

"Master Hongri, right? What do you want to let go?" Yang Feng spoke with Hongri in Tibetan.

Hong Sun's expression was astonished. This guy was obviously Han, and he could speak a standard Tibetan, but what about?Hong Ri shook his head and said from Sang Ma: "Brother, Brother Yu wants you to change your mind."

"My heart is determined, unless I go to Bliss in advance."

"Then I will fulfill you."

"Dare you!" Yang Feng shouted angrily.

"Little Feng, my disciple, stand back."

"Grandmaster!"

"Call Master."

"Master."

Sang Ma nodded with satisfaction: "This is fate, and it is also cause and effect. You and I can't escape or avoid it. You can only bear it with joy."

"Master." Yang Feng's eyes were moist.

Sang Ma turned to face his junior, and said solemnly: "Hong Ri, don't you want to complete Lao Na, what are you waiting for?"

"Senior brother can't wait?" Hongri smiled coldly, "then the brother will send the Buddha to the west."

"Father, no, that's my teacher!" Mingguang hugged Hongri's leg.

"Go away." Hongri became angry and kicked his son away.

Seeing Mingguang vomiting blood, Sang Ma said bitterly: "It's hard to fill your desires, red sun, you are already hopeless."

"So what, in this Hanging Temple, who can do anything to me?"

Sang Ma was stimulated by the craziness of Junior Brother, "Hong Sun, Senior Brother is not dead yet, it is bound to deal with you to the end."

"Brother who can't help me, you have already run out of oil, and you have also been hit by my ten-flavored soft tendons. Haven't the medicinal properties taken off yet?"

"You..." Hongri's words are simply a medicinal introduction. Before he finished his words, the sangma became so soft that even his breathing was extremely difficult.

"Da...Master!" Yang Feng rushed over to check Sang Ma's poisoning.

Sang Ma managed to push him away: "Xiao Feng, go!"

Yang Feng shook his head with red eyes: "No!"

"Too naive, the entire Xuankong Temple, except for my people, are all hit by ten incense and soft tendons just like you, so let's wait and die!" At this point, Hongri was very proud and shook his head and said, "I heard you have penetrated. The mystery of the human body has opened up the entrance to life and death, and Lao Na just happened to see it.

"Okay, it is said that Buddhism is pure, there is actually a scum like you. Since I worship the master as a teacher, I am also a member of the Xuankong Temple. Today, I will clean the door for the master." Yang Feng said sternly.

"It's a big tone."

"Are you going together or are you going together?"

"Arrogant, unreasonable, give it to me." Hong Sun waved his hand, and the three stick monks moved in unison, attacking Yang Feng.

After a few moves, Yang Feng backed back again and again, and the stick-monk's tricks became overwhelming, each taking the key.

For a while, there was only a screaming sound from the club sweeping across the hall.

"Be careful, sir." Junko Liu Sheng called.

Although the three stick monks were good at fighting together, they were still a bit close to facing Yang Feng. However, after hearing the warning from Junko Liu Sheng, Yang Feng suddenly had a thought that he must let Hongri play against him.

Red Sun sent three monks, of course, to try out his own depth. He was so happy that he would never give up this opportunity to establish prestige in front of the monks.

To dodge the time like rain sticks, Yang Feng thought of a way.

A stick swept his calf and Yang Feng leaped up, but he was not high enough, so he hit a heavy stick and fell to the ground.

This time was good, the three sticks couldn't help falling down, Yang Feng covered his head and face rolled.

"Brother, have you seen it? You are really confused. This is the young man who impressed you?" Hong Ri laughed.

Sang Ma was lying on her side, unable to say a word, but frowned slightly.

"Get out!" Red Sun gave an order, and the three monks stepped back, retracting their clubs, and their movements were uniform throughout the day.

"Let me kill him personally, in order to maintain the purity of my Xuankong Temple blood."

After all, Hong Ri completely let go of Junko Liu Sheng and walked towards Yang Feng in all directions.

"Father, stop, don't make mistakes again."

Snapped!

Hongri glared and slapped his son in the face. He made a heavy hand, and Mingguang's cheek quickly showed five fingerprints. Not only that, but a blood line came out of his right ear hole.

Mingguang was also stunned by this.

Hongri shook his head: "Mingguang, I don't think you are that piece of material. Forget it, I am reluctant to do this, I will serve as the abbot for you!"

"No." Junko Yanagi hugged Hongri from behind.

"Let go!"

"Let go of sir, I will die for him."

"Really?" Hong Ri turned around and held Junko Liu's cheeks and lifted it up, "You barbaric woman looks good, but it's a pity that Lao Na has not been a woman for many years, but I don't mind killing!"

"Red Sun!" Yang Feng fell to the ground and roared, "I was the one who blocked your son's way and came to me and spared the woman."

"There is still a bit of backbone." Hongri lost his strength, Liu Shengchunzi fell to the ground, tears of pain in his eyes, and one hand was still trying to reach Yang Feng.

"Brother, see clearly, see how I kicked his head, brother."

Before the words fell, Hongri kicked it out.

According to Hongri's idea, Yang Feng had eaten so many sticks, only the power of parry was left.

Therefore, Yang Feng's response is at best to block a block with both hands and arms, absolutely unable to change any results.

Like Hongri's idea, Hongri kicked it out and Yang Feng pushed it with both hands.

Hong Ri had already prepared a left-foot offensive. The target of this foot was Yang Feng's abdomen, and the abdomen was attacked to see how he turned into a lobster.

What made Hong Ri couldn't believe was that Yang Feng took advantage of his strength to fly up, making his future move unsustainable.

Moreover, Yang Feng looked like he had eaten a club, and Yang Feng smiled badly.

Hongri's heart shuddered and asked coldly: "What are you proud of?"

"Master Hongri is not trying to witness my true strength, so I just had reservations."

"What?" Hongri's eyes widened like copper bells. "You think that I'm afraid you won't succeed."

However, when he saw Senior Brother stretch his brows, his mentality was a little bit hopeless, but he couldn't help it.

"Then let Lao Na see how many catties you are."

"Please enlighten me." As he said, Yang Feng shook his head, "Look, I'll give you a hand, you can't win!"

"Wow!" Hongri screamed and punched.

Yang Feng made a left palm, slipped back, and nodded: "I am not weak."

"Stop talking nonsense, take your life." After all, Hong Ri hit a set of King Kong Fuhu punches.

Great opening and closing, tigers and tigers live in power.

Yang Feng walked around in circles and blindly avoided, Hong Ri couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes, and after a while, sweat broke out.

"Are you a tortoise? Take Lao Na's three punches if you have the courage." Hong Ri panted.

"You didn't say it earlier."

"What?" Hongri didn't react at once.

"Three punches are three punches, come on." Yang Feng raised a finger, "However, I have a condition. If I can follow and don't fall, you let Master Sang Ma, this girl, and Other disciples of the temple."

Yang Feng said this sentence in Tibetan because he found that many monks came around, but they were helping each other one by one, and Bacheng was poisoned.

When they heard Yang Feng's words, they didn't know why.

Hong Sun shook his head: "Don't worry, Sang Ma, the old immortal, has been alive within a few days, not to mention that he is my brother after all. I will not embarrass him. Similarly, as long as I obey my disciples, I will not be embarrassed. , Those who follow me prosper and those who rebel against me perish."

"I'm fine, please." After saying that, Yang Feng squatted off his horse stance properly, looking at death and said: "Come!"

"Look at the punch."

Hongri's left fist blasted out, and Yang Feng blocked with his left hand.

Hongri's left fist didn't have the slightest strength, it was obviously a vain shot.

Yang Feng felt that with his reaction speed, he was completely able to block the red sun's actual move.

However, Yang Feng did not plan to do that.

He is digging a pit for Hongri, and as of now, the pit is not deep enough, and the sleeve is not tight enough.

Red Sun hit his heart with a right fist, and Yang Feng slid back three steps with a blood stream from the corner of his mouth.

"Sir!" Junko Yanagi called.

Master Sang Ma also closed his eyes, frowning again.

"Don't forget your promise and come again." Yang Feng gritted his teeth and walked forward.

"There's a kind!" Before the voice fell, the red sun shot up like lightning.

Yang Feng punched his chin and flew into the air.

After landing, Yang Feng bent over and supported the ground with one hand, coughing violently.

"These people are not relatives to you. You have tried your best. If you can't do it, don't hold on. I will kill people."

Hongri said without urgency, so empathetic.